Author's Note

Please be aware this story is rated M for Mature, and is therefore meant for older and more jaded eyes, even if you are viewing it as an educational experience into just how I write *without* my normal 'Blue' restrictions. So if you're underage, shoo. Go read one of my many non-dirty stories.

Traveling Tutor - The Quiet Tree

The Traveling Tutor and the Royal Exam (M-rated post-credit scene)
The Quiet Tree

There were times when Green Grass woke up in the middle of the night just to lie there and think. And there were times when he woke up because Princess Twilight Sparkle shifted in her sleep. After all, he would never get used to wings on his own body, even in the unlikely event Green Grass were to discover some hither before unknown source of magic and ascend to the Aetherial Realm to become an alicorn. Come to think of it, two trips might be required, one for wings, and one for the horn that his parents had hoped for since the day he was born.

Admittedly, a horn might be useful in his career of tiny tot teacher. Most likely it would just get in the way and bonk his sleeping partner, like Twilight tended to do when she forgot she was not alone in bed.

Still, the midnight apologies were epic, and well worth the pain.

As for getting his own wings… no. He nuzzled down into the soft purple darkness that surrounded his nose and tried not to sneeze. Luck. Marrying a princess had absolutely nothing to do with his well-considered plans for the future and any skillset he might pretend to have mastered. It was pure luck. Neither of them had intended on this; Twilight had been perfectly happy with her friends, her books, and her brother the dragon, while Green Grass had worked so hard on achieving his dream of becoming a young unicorn magic tutor that he had shut everything else out of his life.

One hoof wandered a little lower on his wife’s still-trim barrel and touched ever so gently. In six more months or so, depending on alicorn physiology, a new life was going to emerge that would change both of their lives just as much as they had changed already or more. A life that they had created together without really intending on it. A life that existed because of… luck. And a minor confusion about teaspoons and tablespoons, to be honest.

There was the faint rustle of bedcovers and Twilight pressed closer to him, allowing the rougher hairs of her back to prickle along his sensitive belly and her tail to brush against more delicate areas. That was another change in his life he had never expected. The bed in her library tree was never really meant for two ponies to share, since the previous Ponyville librarian had been a hopeless spinster, and Twilight had never purchased another one. It would have taken valuable bits that were much better spent on books, after all. The compact space had given them a binary solution to sharing, even if he fell out of bed once or twice while getting used to it.

There was Sleeping Position #1, nose to nose and wrapped around each other. It was not really a sleeping position, per se, and frequently evolved into Not Sleeping At All Position 1A or 4A, depending on circumstances. Having such kissable lips at such close range was too much temptation for newlyweds after all. Then there was Sleeping Position #2 (face up) and #3 (face down) which worked alone or in combination as long as there was not too much moving around, and the snoring that #2 tended to produce was limited. Actually, that was not a bad thing either, because he liked laying there in bed, listening to the love of his life, and if it got too loud, he could easily nudge Twilight. Which turned into 1A or 4A on occasion also.

Sleeping Position #4 is what he found himself in now. Technically, it could probably be a lower number on the chart, or broken into two perhaps, since being wrapped around her back was not the same as her wrapped around his. There were subvariants on it, depending on if he had both forehooves wrapped around her, or just one so his leg would not fall asleep, or the full four limb embrace. And since Princess Twilight happened, that number could reach six limbs wrapped around him with all the rib-creaking strength that a worried or passionate alicorn could muster.

He liked #4. The only real downside on the him-wrapped-around-her variant was getting bonked in the nose by Twilight’s horn, which seemed longer now that she was an alicorn, but still just as hard.

Speaking of hard.

Nuzzing deeper into the cleft on Twilight’s back where her new wings came together, Green Grass gave a deep appreciative sniff. There was nothing like the scent of a sweaty alicorn, all mixed with damp feathers and book dust, and unmistakably his, his, his, to have and to hold for as long as he drew breath. It was entirely udderstandable… understandable how Spike would grow to immense size when the greed of dragonkind overcame him. There were times when Green Grass also felt as if he wanted to be sixty feet tall, striding through Ponyville and bellowing out his ownership of his precious treasure.

Treasures.

Getting married had been one thing, but having a child… His touching hoof gently brushed across Twilight’s soft belly hair and down to her trim udder. Mares had an advantage in bonding with their children since they joined their bodies together to feed. It was a connection that made Green Grass ever so slightly uncomfortable with nuzzling Twilight around her naughty bits because of his own memories of youth, and the way his mother had looked whenever Greenie’s younger sister was nursing. Still, Twilight had no problem with his own nuzzling there, and once the foal was born, that area was most probably going to be off-limits for a few months, so he gently brushed the frog of his hoof over them.

Again?

His older brother Graphite had once told Greenie that newlyweds should get a jar and put a pea in it every time they made love in the first year, then take a pea out of it every time after that. Quite contrary to what her friends thought, Twilight Sparkle would need a very large jar, and Green Grass did not think the contents would last very far into that second year. Being away from her for a day or two only made it worse, or better he supposed, like a make-up exam with extra credit. No, that was not a fair analogy. There was no testing or points in their relationship, just a fierce undeniable urge to return to each other whenever they were away. Twilight said she could sense the direction he was in whenever she was away with her friends on a friendship mission, just like her horn was the needle on a compass. He teased her about having much the same Twilight-pointer, only one that could not be brought out in polite company. That earned enough tickling to reduce him to a puddle, but totally worth it.

This afternoon when Twilight had met him at the train station, none of her friends had shown up, Spike had been given the rest of the day off, and the library had its ‘Closed - And We Mean It’ sign up. His teaching convention in Manehattan had only been a few days, but from Twilight’s response over the next few hours of their reunion, she must have felt like it had taken weeks. Female ponies had hormonal surges. Pregnant mares had them worse. Pregnant alicorns had… well, Green Grass was fairly sure she had been chewing on the headboard of the bed while he was gone. If Princess Celestia ever got pregnant, she’d probably need to rotate through an entire herd of husbands for their own survival. And he refused to think of just what Princess Luna was getting onto with his brother, Graphite

Twilight was perfectly happy with a herd of one. Green Grass was just glad he had gotten into this position gradually, and built up his endurance in the process.

So once this afternoon the moment they had stumbled into the library and locked the door, then again when they managed to make it up to the bedroom, then a third, far slower and more cautious time before a shower, unlocking the library door, and going to see their friends.

Their friends.

Well, mostly her friends with a lot of their friends mashed into it, but if one of them had a secret to share, they preferred to tell Twilight first. He supposed it was because they were all mares. He had friends in town too, although mostly younger students of his, who most certainly did not get told the things Twilight’s friends did.

One of which was happening at the moment, very slowly, very quietly, and very uniquely. It was a rare confluence of circumstance, positioning, attitude, and luck that left him in this exact position, feeling the overwhelming joy of their warm bodies pressed together with her tail flagged to one side as his cock ever so slowly began to emerge.

And as it emerged from his sheath, it had an extremely short distance to go before vanishing inside Twilight’s welcoming pussy. No pushing, no twisting, no attempting to get into just the right position. Just the ever so slow expansion of his cock, inch by inch progressing into the mare who he loved, without either of them having to shift positions in the slightest.

There was movement of course, ever so slow pulsations of previously pounded pussy gently pulling him further and further inside the hot, lubricated slot. And there was no way Twilight was still sleeping, as he had thought for a moment, because he caught the way she glanced one eye over her shoulder in the dim light of their bedroom. Lips pursed, the slightest nod, and a short jerk of the horn in the direction of Spike’s box on the other side of the bedroom conveyed all the need for quiet she could have managed with words and then some. Mostly because she took the opportunity to move his forehoof back to touching her rock-hard nipples again before putting her head back down on the pillow and breathing as quietly as she could.

Somehow, the need for silence made the act even more intense, and the rest of his cock emerged in a rush, nearly faster than Twilight’s hungry pussy could swallow it up. Tails twined together beneath them, his balls pressed up against her dripping entrance, and enough shifting in position that he could get a second forehoof brushing against her itchy nipples, he held his mare just as tight as he could, as if at any moment the universe would recognize its mistake and whisk her away.

The universe wouldn’t dare. Twilight Sparkle would kick its tail up between its legs.

Deep in her belly, Green Grass’ cock finished expanding to its full size, stretching already tight pussy walls and driving a tremor of lust through both mare and lover. Only the faintest whine of pleasure escaped from between Twilight’s clenched jaws, and Green Grass kept his own silence by burying his nose into her mane to get a good bite of the back of her neck. Her whine turned into a brief squeak and a sensation like liquid lava swept down his cock as Twilight spasmed, writhing in his grasp with the first of many small orgasms. Without her flailing around the bed, Green Grass found it far easier to tease up the back of her neck with his teeth, nipping and nibbling with every twitch and suppressed moan until a second wave of unbearable heat swept down her pussy, then a third.

It was a good thing they had already made love this afternoon, or he would not have been able to resist that kind of cock cooking. As much as he wanted to rear back and plunge her depths over and over, the tiny teakettle snore of Spike just a short distance away held him back to short presses against her unyielding muscular rear, microscopic withdrawals, and pressing forward again in a slow, steady rhythm that made the bed give out the smallest of squeaks. Every tiny noise Twilight made was matched by his own low grunts, muffled by bites and nips at the base of her wings until their subdued grunting fairly resonated between their barrels. Twilight’s nipples grew under his touch until they stuck out like little belly horns, and unable to catch them between his teeth and flick, he brushed them repeatedly with the edges of his hooves instead.

Beneath him, Twilight stopped breathing. Every muscle in her body locked into a rictus of pleasure including the ones holding his cock motionless, twitching and spasming with a blast of heat that Green Grass could not resist. Pressing forward the bare fraction of an inch that he was able, he released the pressure that had been building in his balls since she had begun rubbing her tail against his crotch. By chance, every twitch of his releasing balls matched a spasm of muscular clenching from Twilight, leaving the two of them resonating with the afterglow and holding absolutely still in the silence of the bedroom.

Spike had quit snoring.

They did not move except for breathing as silently as they could while Spike rearranged his blankets in his tiny bed. Green Grass could feel the cool of the evening air where their blanket had been kicked off their overheated bodies and the sharp chill of a cool breeze blowing over his damp balls, making his cock begin its slow withdrawal. It was a moment he wished he could hold onto forever instead of visiting every so often, but then he would not be able to experience other moments, such as their slow transition into Sleeping Position 1A, the soft caress of Twilight’s hot lips against his, and the eventual nuzzling of her sweaty face into his body, draped across his head to where her every breath tingled down the back of his neck for a change.

They needed no words.

Once Spike began snoring again, she nuzzled up to his ear and gave three quiet grunts.

I love you.

He leaned into the nuzzle, brushing up against the soft hairs against her throat and gave a matching four quiet grunts also.

I love you too.

And together, sticky and sweaty from their actions, perhaps a little overheated from the stuffy air of the oak library bedroom, mare and stallion slipped off into their dreams of the future.

As young ponies in love who would do this and much else, many, many more times over the years.

As a married couple who had grown so comfortable with each other that it was inconceivable to be without.

As future parents who would soon only find time for themselves snatched in minutes and seconds from their children.

As lovers who refused to measure their time together, but were determined to spend it in vast quantities, poured over the brim and flowing in all directions in their joy.

And as one dragon, who made up his mind to finally move his sleeping box to another room for good so he would not have to fake sleep whenever his big sister and her husband decided to have sex.